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What is our life’s true meaning
What is our story from the beginning
We seek more then cameos in forgotten plays
More than butterfly effect of what we do and say
We seek a legacy so glorious and grander
True heroism in face of overwhelming danger

But this story isn’t really ours
Not our stage and nor our hour
God weaves His message in tapestry of time
And in it we are woven as threads so fine
Our stories webbed like Paul or Job or Cain
Showing His glorious love all the same

Would God in His wisdom so divine
Birth insignificance or anything benign
Then die for it on the cross for all history to see
To redeem it through history and set it free
So see your purpose not as the world does
See it in your creator’s loving eyes

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Great suffering labours and births a noble purpose
Pure joy discovered under pain’s grim surface
Deep loneliness awakens lost passions and love
Green valleys are best seen from high above
We are as single breath in the vastness of space
Our life but a gift of a timeless creator’s grace
Oh the bitter sweet taste of life not taken for granted
Only an ignorant fool would not have wanted it